The Sausage

Reading instruction: please do read these words as if they were spoken in a very thick strict french accent.

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It is 2:12 am. “The madonna is hidden in the sausage!” Is the first thing she said. My face cracked wide open. “Listen carefully, I shall say this only once!” I replied. “O Renee, let me put my arms (word count:37 ) around you.” She counter acted. “O Helga!” I said. “Herr Flick!” She replied and you just had a taste of me and my sis! We used to be a very funny hit.

She hands the ball, I kick it in and vice versa. The above? Scenes from Allo Allo. Dunno if it’s a typical European thing but its’ fun-neeee! Our chat lasted for  twenty minutes and in those twenty minutes everything turned into sausages and Madonna’s. We talked uber-sausage, tasty sausages, hidden sausages, one-eyed sausages, growing sausages, sleepy sausages, sausages who don’t know they are sausages, sausages turned inside-out and (word count: 137) sausages with hidden madonna’s inside. Madonna’s with sausages inside were discussed too. Yes, no sausage was taboo.

But after this (time:2:22 am) chat I knew: my sis no longer ignores me like she used to. She hasn’t for years. We’re funny sista’s. “This chat should’ve been recorded!” I said. “We would’ve gottn’ an Oscar for this act, so rad!” I continued. She laughed. We were on a roll! Like 123! Yeah, well, sausages and me? We don’t really have a history.

(word count:222) But we just made it! This story has now history. The moment (word count:234) something comes out it’s history. It will always be. It always was and will always be. That’s life! Nothing is new. Everything exists already. Even now, in these unprecedented times. Tho it feels like we’re looking for the Madonna-hidden-in-the-sausage in our lives.

We need not stress. Says the girl who was/is a screamin’ mess. O yes, I’m the first to confess. (draft saved:2:27:30 am) Funny made me relax. “Why did you call?” I asked. “Just to make you laugh!” My sis said. (word count:300) Now she’s on her way to a BBQ. To eat a sausage. This story is a 100% true! Like all I write to you.  

Ignoring? We no longer do! Seth, my walk-in, came strongly thru, this morning. He had a message for me. He could feel and see: I’m done. My candle (word count:370) is out. That is why he came out. From within. We’re like a twin. He merged with me when life took me for a helluva spin. His words gave me comfort. My sis gave me a good laugh. And me? I’m gonna do what I do best: let the whole world be. There is left no more fight in me.

“ze good news is, there is no more bad news.” But there is more of the same news. I’m hungry now. For a little sausage. (word count:473)Published? Three am.